"What lunatics!"

Rogue instinctively glanced at Lilitha inside the door. Were they really unleashing Overlord Magic here—disregarding Lilitha’s life entirely?

She was the future Silver Dragon King!

They were Dragon Clan—how could they—

Rogue’s teeth gritted so hard they nearly shattered. In that instant, he understood: those bastards never intended to rescue Lilitha.

If one Silver Dragon King died… wouldn’t the title simply pass to the next candidate?

"Tch!"

Rogue slammed his staff into the ground, chanting frantically. Panic was useless—Overlord Magic couldn’t be dodged!

Even he couldn’t guarantee blocking it unprepared.

Less than two seconds later, ripples of light spread across the horizon. The Overlord Magic was already upon them. Blinding heat seared Rogue’s eyes shut as inky darkness erupted from his staff’s tip, barely forming a shield over himself and Lilitha.

Air warped before them. Space itself seemed to tear. Rogue’s skin blistered instantly; blood trickled from his mouth and eyes.

*Can’t hold it!*

No time for higher-tier defenses!

**BOOM!**

Just as Rogue braced for death, a silver barrier enveloped the entire manor. The pendant in his pocket blazed with heat.

Where the Overlord Magic struck the shield, shockwaves rippled outward like water. Demons outside the barrier—despite their 7th or 8th-tier strength and desperate survival tricks—were reduced to ash instantly.

What made it *Overlord* Magic?

It transcended all tiered magic.

None below Legendary rank could withstand it.

Rogue stared in shock toward the warehouse. The frail Young Dragon Princess knelt on the floor, silver tears streaming from her eyes, faint silver light swirling around her.

The Silver Dragon King’s legacy.

That silver barrier had manifested through Lilitha.

As the Overlord Magic dissipated, dust and chaos filled the air.

Before Rogue could exhale, his brow twitched. Instinctively, he twisted aside. Jet-black feathers sliced past his cheek, drawing blood that sizzled as the wounds began corroding his flesh.

"Eris. I knew it was you!" Rogue’s eyes turned icy. His skin flared with self-healing fire, halting the decay.

He’d never imagined his mortal enemy would risk execution by Lady Aria just to kill him.

Eris emerged from the dust, obsidian wings bristling with feathers radiating terrifying power. "Merely checking for complications. I’m surprised you survived—but your luck ends now."

Rogue gripped his staff like a sword. "Lady Aria needs what I carry. Will she forgive your betrayal?"

"Hahahaha!" Eris cackled wildly. "I’ll scour your soul for it after you’re dead! I’ve served Lady Aria for a century—you’ve been here three years. Why does she favor *you*?"

"This is unjust!"

Eris’s roar shook the air. His body shattered into bats; feathers and dark energy orbs shot forward, twisting space. Too fast for human eyes to track.

*No need for full power. This weak human dies in one strike.*

But what happened next made Eris’s pupils contract in shock.

Rogue raised his staff like a blade, right foot sliding back into a strange defensive stance. He closed his eyes. Black flames engulfed the staff. With mere flicks of his wrist—like countless Rogues moving as one—he deflected every attack.

"Impossible!" Eris gasped.

Rogue’s eyes snapped open, locking onto him. A flash of steel. Eris reformed from bats—human again, his arm severed. Thin tendrils burrowed from the stump into his body, rotting and parasitizing.

In under a second, his shoulder withered into lifeless flesh.

"How… how are you this strong?!"

Eris chanted, staff materializing in his hand. Time seemed to rewind as his shoulder regenerated. Feathers erupted toward Rogue again—but Eris fled backward without hesitation.

Rogue stood motionless as feathers pierced his body. Eris’s face lit with triumph—

Then twisted into confusion.

The feathers passed through like mist.

He found himself surrounded by thousands of Rogues.

*Draw. Slash.*

Countless blades pierced his heart. Eris’s pupils dilated. "Why… do you wield the Gracey family’s swordsmanship…"

His body exploded into chunks of flesh, heavy with regret.

Stardust shimmered. The gore and blood disintegrated into ash.

"Just a clone. No wonder he was weak." Rogue murmured, examining the staff he’d wielded like a sword. He flexed his fingers, a faint smile tugging his lips.

Using that sword style at full power felt… unexpectedly right.

He didn’t recall learning it—it lived in his muscles, flowing as naturally as breath.

*He must be shocked. A mere human unleashing such power.*

Though Rogue had no memories, his body remembered its strength. He’d hidden it precisely because he knew he wasn’t the simple pawn Lady Aria claimed.

After all—he was Legendary too.

Staff sheathed, Rogue sprinted to the warehouse once the danger faded. Lilitha knelt on the floor, fingers brushing silver tears from her eyes. Her gaze was hollow, devoid of light.

Seeing Rogue approach, her trembling hand rose. Her parched lips parted.

"Father…"

*Thud.*

Lilitha collapsed into his arms. Stardust still glittered around her.

The Silver Dragon King’s death could no longer be hidden from her.

Rogue activated his Blessing, scanning her status:

**Lilitha Aurelianus (Juvenile)**

**Race:** Silver Dragon Royal Bloodline (100%)

**Blessings:** Silver Dragon God’s Protection, Silver Dragon King’s Legacy

**Current State:** Despair, Confusion (Sensed her father’s death)

**Current Need:** Redemption (100%)